Bread & Barrels of Water

Outlandish lyrics

Outlandish lyrics

"Life Is A Loom Lyrics"

Crazy City Lyrics
Running alone in the crazy city Look at the face of once were pretty People then wonder what happened To make it that way Listen around you, have you heard? Climb on the back of a silver bird London to L.A. before you can think What to say Stop awhile, take a smile Know that you're living in today Up and down, look around No need to hide yourself away Out in the country's where I'm going Back where the tree of


Sometimes I mean you should just leave it to God
Coz in one way or the other we all puppets in this game
It's like
Life's a loom and the threads are the days
And only God decides when to cut them
Even though the job is unfinished
We're all by his mercy
Rapverse1 (Waqas)

U know I can recall when pops left home
He used to write us twice a year
We didn't have phone
I grew up on my own
My Mama cried often
I mean he didn't even show up when she passed away
She had a heart attack 'cause they said he got married again
Cut all ties with us 'cause he had a new family and friends
So I was expected to step up and be a man
Quit school got a job you know just be there for my family
You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year
And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here
You see that picture there
That's our wedding she was 21
Ain't she p
The Pushbike Song Lyrics
Ridin' along on a pushbike honey When I noticed you (ah-ooh) Ridin' downtown in a hurry honey Down South Avenue You looked so pretty As you were ridin' alo-ong You looked so pretty As you were singin' this so-o-ong Round round wheels Goin' round round round Down up pedals Down up down (ah-ooh) But I gotta get across To the other side of town Before the sun goes down Hey hey hey hey Put on spe
retty and my first born was a son
And now she's pregnant again
Thank you
And if it's a girl I'll name her
Fatima, give her the world
U see my friend life is a loom
So you keep smiling like me
Oh is this where you get of?
50 bugs please

Chorus

Life is a loom
Threads are the days
God decides when to cut them
Even though the work ain't done

Rapverse2 (Lenny)

Vamos! gente vamos pronto
Esta lleno el aeropuerto
Todo esta difuso
Tengo un sentimiento incierto
Es el d?a de su regreso
Ha estado encarcelado
Tiene un temperamento!
Y atenci?n yo no le he dado
Tuvo unos problemas
Nadie me ha contado
Nunca supe yo que mis palabras
Le han faltado
Ahora s? s? la importancia de ser padre
El m?o para m? fue un cobarde
Pero eso es punto aparte
Lo primero ser? un abrazo
Una lagrima, cora
Crummy Stuff Lyrics
I had enough, I had it tough I had enough of that crummy stuff Crummy Crummy Stuff Crummy Crummy Stuff I had enough, I had it rough I had enough of that crummy stuff Crummy Crummy Stuff Crummy Crummy Stuff Crummy music, crummy TV Crummy people, crummy movies Like a cat caught up a tree This could only happen to me I had enough, I had it rough
e y alegr?a
Un grito muy oculto
Remordimiento y agon?a

Translation

Come on! People hurry up
The airport it's replete
Everything is diffuse
I get an uncertain feeling
Today it's the day of his return
He's been in prison
He gets a bad temperament
And I didn't give him attention
Got himself into some problems
And nobody ever told me
I did never knew that my advices were missing
Now I know the importance of a father
My father to me he was a coward
But that's another story
The first thing will be a hug
A tear, madness and joy
A hidden scream
Remorse and agony

Chorus

Rapverse3 (Isam)

Shu!!!
I ain't going for the American dream
It's too fucking far
Can't swim across the Atlantic
Too many sharks
Put me down for the Euro instead
I will walk the Mediterranean
And "que pas
Don't Go Breaking My Heart Lyrics
So don't go breaking my heart I couldn't if I tried And Honey if I get restless Baby you're not that kind So don't go breaking my heart You take the weight off me Oh honey if you knock on my door Ooh, I gave you my key Woohooo, nobody knows it Nobody Knoowhoas... When I was down I was your clown Woohooo, nobody knows it Nobody Knoowhoas... Right from the start I gave you my heart Ooohwoah, I
?!" in Spain
Don't give me that weird look hombre
I got my passport
Name Chris, born Swiss, in 1944 sport
Ain't no telling whut I'll do just to get up north
I'm tired of watching them young guns coming home building them floors
Rolling fast cars, but why?
On our streets there's no asphalt!
I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this door
They'd be cashmoney, bling-bling in front of my boys
Playa hating? Ya damn right
I hate these mo'fuckers
Act like their lives' like glamour and shit
Flash their visa
While my city struggle like Gaza
I dream too about looking nice when I cross the border
And come back on a sunny day and tell my mamma: "I told ya!"
Who said anything about illegal gots to be dirty
Affirmative action, next year; a wife and a mansion

Ending

Believe in the moment and you will be here with me
Here with me
If God is willing